Spider-min - Spider-man!seungmin X Gn!reader

spider-min - spider-man!seungmin x gn!reader

˗ˏˋ pairing: spiderman!kim seungmin x gn!reader

˗ˏˋ description: you work as a journalist for your local newspaper and your boss is absolutely obsessed with spider-man. after almost being mugged one night and saved by no one else than the friendly neighbourhood superhero himself, your boss assigns you to work on an article about your experience. together with seungmin, the best spider-man photographer in town, you work on your article - and find out a thing or two about your relationship with your favourite coworker.

˗ˏˋword count: 7.4k

˗ˏˋ tags: spiderman!seungmin, journalist!yn, coworkers to lovers, a mugging but it is prevented (duh), blood, insults (derogatory not sexual), bruises, injured seungmin (but it's gonna be fine), flirty spiderman cutie civilian persona! but make it seungmin, no cliffhanger this time

˗ˏˋ taglist: if you want to be (un)added, send me an ask please !!

author's note: i love spider-man and i love seungmin. i read a fic with a similar idea ages ago and i have been dying to write my own spider-man!au, so i hope i did well. i already aplogise for my lame action scenes in advance. (i also added some dividers this time, because tumblr doesn't do the paragraphs the way my google docs does). enjoy !!

don't repost. don't translate. minors and ageless blogs dni!

spider-min (kim seungmin)

It was still dark outside when you left for your work at the Daily Stay, your local newspaper. Your boss had asked you all to come in early for an emergency meeting, as he called it, even though it would most likely just be him gushing about Spider-Man for a few hours before he let you guys go on with your work days. 

Spider-Man was something of a local hero from your town. Even the rest of the country was absolutely smitten for the new superhero. It was some guy in a spandex suit, who would occasionally help people out whenever they needed him. His suit was inspired by a spiderweb and according to eyewitnesses who have met this hero before, he even shared characteristics of a spider. Allegedly, he was able to crawl up the walls of buildings and occasionally even shot spiderwebs out of his wrists to either constrain the criminals he fought or to swing around town like a maniac. You had not met him in person yet, however, and if he looked anything like a spider under that mask, you were not sure if you really wanted to. He never really answered your boss’ pleas for an interview, anyway.

When you arrived at the meeting room, Seungmin was already there, waiting for you. Seungmin was a colleague of yours who you talked to occasionally. On some level, you would consider each other work friends, since you were one of the only two young people in your department. You both attended the same college and were just trying to make ends meet with your jobs respectively. Seungmin usually worked on reporting Spider-Man related cases, since he was the only one in your company who even got a glimpse of the superhero in the wild. The both of you had worked on an article a few months back when Seungmin just started, which made you guys grow closer to each other. Seungmin used to be really shy around you and on some level, he still was - but he finally cracked jokes around you and it made your heart warm.

Said man looked up when you arrived and smiled widely. He always showed his teeth in a lopsided smile whenever he talked to anyone and it was cute, you thought. One time you overheard his friends on campus call him a human sized puppy and they were absolutely right.

“Good morning,” he said and you answered with a yawn.

“Morning.”

Seungmin’s smile turned into a grin and his eyes into crescent moons, “Long night?”

You nodded, “I had to finish this article and an essay. I can’t wait for today to be over."

Seungmin nodded understandingly and pulled the chair beside him back.

“I get it, I did the same. I saved you a place, though, I was hoping you’d be here. I wouldn’t survive this meeting without you.”

Dramatically, he put his hand on his chest over his heart and you smiled weakly.

“How does someone have so much energy at seven in the morning?” 

“It’s my special talent,” Seungmin grinned, “I mixed my coffee with my energy this morning. I’m gonna be unstoppable today.”

You snorted as an answer and turned around to look at your boss, Mr. Park. He was a man in his mid-fifties and utterly obsessed with Spider-Man. To your boss, Spider-Man was the best thing that has ever happened to your town and unfortunately, he might even be right. 

Mr. Park spent the entire meeting talking about said superhero, just like you were expecting when you got up this morning. He highlighted once again how important it was to get stories out about the hero and how important he was because he kept your city safe. It was the least you could do to thank him, because which superhero does not want the general public to know about the good things they do?

You grinned. Considering that no one knew who Spider-Man was, let alone saw him in the wild if there was no crime going on, you were really doubting that he did all of this for fame and gratitude, as your boss claimed. Beside you, Seungmin snickered.

“Does he really think he does it for all of that? I’m pretty sure Spider-Man is lame. I only ever see him harass pigeons on rooftops.”

You turned your head around to hide your smirk growing onto your lips.

“Shut up. I’m trying to pay attention,” you whispered when your internal laughter died down. It made Seungmin grin even wider.

“I’m serious. I’m pretty sure I saw one shit on him before.”

You snorted again quietly and looked back at Mr. Park, who was now staring at you. Quickly, you hid your laughter by fake-coughing, which he gracefully accepted.

“As I was saying: We need to get more stories about Spider-Man out. Ask around town what people have heard. Our digital submission app for Spider-Sightings is also almost up,” Mr. Park clapped loudly, “We get the town involved. It’s gonna be beautiful.”

You grimaced and Seungmin beside you snickered again. Scoffing, you elbowed him and told him to pay attention. It was just in time when your boss called out to him.

“Mr. Kim. Do you have new pictures for us?” Seungmin nodded in response.

“Wonderful,” Mr. Park seemed pleased, ”We will use them for our new articles. I want them out by tomorrow. Please work hard today.”

And with that, he finally closed the meeting. It was almost nine now. You stood up to stretch your arms and Seungmin did the same. 

“I need a coffee,” you mumbled and Seungmin nodded.

“Get one. I need to go out and hope I see the spider somewhere. I don’t have anything, he was literally nowhere to be seen all week. That dumbass is probably busy getting revenge on the pigeons.”

You laughed again and bid Seungmin goodbye, “Alright. Have fun! See you later.”

Seungmin smiled lopsidedly, “See you.”

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Since you already finished most of your article that was due tonight last night, you finished up pretty quickly. You spent the rest of your day preparing some notes from your classes and were desperately hoping that you day would go by faster. While working on your notes, you were thinking about buying fast food for dinner tonight. You definitely deserved it after the days you had and you were still considering where to go, when your coworker indicated the end of your shift.

Sighing, you packed all of your things together and got up. You told everyone goodbye and left the building. It was dark again outside and it really dampened your mood. Your dinner tonight was the only thing you were looking forward to.

Since the place you decided to go to was not that far away, you walked there by foot. It was still bright enough to see where you were going, or so you hoped. When you walked around the corner, you accidentally stepped into a man.

“I’m sorry,” you said, confusedly looking at his face, “I didn’t see where I was going.”

The man huffed and pushed his shoulder against yours.

“Dumbass.”

You breathed out and fixed your bag on your shoulder. You did not want to start an argument, you were smarter than this. It was widely known that this entire town was unsafe, hence the obsession with Spider-Man.

“Did you say something?” The man mocked you amusedly, “You shouldn’t walk around at night all alone looking like this.”

He looked you up and down and licked his lips, “Where are you going? We can get you there.”

You looked past him and saw the other two men who were with him. You nervously pressed your lips together and shook your head. Your hands were slightly shaking.

“It’s all good. I’m going to meet my boyfriend right over there,” you lied and pointed to the place you wanted to go to. It was only a few metres away and you were desperately hoping that the men would get the hint. Naturally, they did not.

“Your boyfriend?” He laughed and forcefully grabbed you by your arm, “Who would want you?”

Talking to this man was like a whiplash, and even worse, his friends did not seem to mind. They were grinning, even. It was hard to stay calm, but you tried to level your breath in hopes that he would let go if you did not react to him. That was when one of his friends took a step forward and tried to grab your other arm. You took a step backwards, horrified.

“Enough. Just give us your money and we’ll let you go to your boyfriend. He can pay for your shit, can’t he?” His laugh and breath was even more disgusting than his friend’s who approached you first.

“I don’t have money on me,” you lied and tried to get your arm out of the first one's grasp. His hold around your arm tightened.

“Listen to me, asshole. You’re gonna give us your fucking bag or else.”

“Or else what?” A voice interrupted him. The third man sighed and spat on the ground.

“Not you again.”

The stranger laughed, “Oopsie!”

You glanced behind you and saw a blur of blue and red jumping down on the street light. The figure crouched down on top of the street light, both of his hands tightly holding himself still on the lamp below him. 

“Go ahead. Tell me what you’re planning to do. I’m sure the police would love to know too.”

The guy’s grip around you tightened and you hissed in pain. The stranger took notice of this and stood up. He had broad shoulders, you noticed, and his shadow engulfed you and the thief effortlessly. His voice was sharper now.

“Let them go.”

The guy huffed and pushed you to the ground. You were barely able to put your hands out to stop the fall, resulting in bruises on your right elbow and your knees. Your hands were wounded, too, and you could feel the sharp pain on your palms. 

You heard a thwip sound coming from behind you and you instinctively fully laid down on the ground. A rumble could be heard, followed by the three men violently yelling out loud. Scared, you put both of your arms over your head to save yourself from whatever was going on. 

Suddenly, it was all quiet. You dared to look up and were met with the man who pushed you to the ground. He was now lying beside you, completely engulfed by white strings. The same substance was all over his mouth, too, which is why he was now unable to speak. Carefully, you looked up and saw the other two men covered in the same substance and attached to the wall. Their mouths, too, were covered so they were unable to let out another sound.

You looked downwards and took a deep breath. The substance looked familiar, you knew exactly who was behind this. It was the same guy you wrote most of your articles about; the same guy who you owed your income to.

As if on cue, he approached you. Spider-Man approached you. You could see his feet beside you, but he was still a respectable distance away. He crouched down and reached out towards you, but did not touch you.

“Are you okay?” He asked worriedly, “I didn’t know that they were out, usually I swing by here during patrol and they know. They were supposed to still be in their prison cell at the station, but fuck. I’m sorry.”

You sighed quietly and tried to sit up. Immediately, he put his hands out further to assist you, should you need it, but he still did not touch you.

“I’m fine,” you mumbled, feeling a bit dizzy, “Thank you.”

Spider-Man nodded and you looked up at him. It was the first time you have seen him up close and he looked way less intimidating than people have described him. His energy was sweet and you trusted him not to hurt you. How could you not, since you actually knew that this was the same guy who occasionally helped elderly ladies with their grocery shopping.

He had his mask on, of course. It was bright red and connected with the rest of his bodysuit. The sides of the suit were a dark blue, which you knew reached all around his back, too. It was the same colours as what seemed to be his pants, but his shoes were the same red as his mask and chest. On top of that, he had the painting of a spider right in the middle of his chest. It looked better put together than you assumed it would be.

On his mask, you noticed two two triangular shapes framed by a black outer part. It was where his eyes were supposed to be, if the guy under the mask was even fully human. To your surprise, the eyes on his mask looked at you worriedly and you tried to put a slight smile on your face.

“I’m really okay. Thank you for helping me.”

Spider-Man nodded and you heard him let out a breath.

“I’ll get these guys back to the station,” He clarified and chuckled awkwardly, “You can go back to your boyfriend. I bet he’s already worried about you.”

“Boyfriend?” You asked confusedly. Then you remember that this was what you told the thieves just minutes ago.

“Oh yeah, I guess I’ll leave then. Thank you again.”

You got up and patted your clothes to clean them. You could already tell that they were torn slightly from your fall and you sighed internally. Buying new clothes was not on your agenda, but you figured you deserved a little something after today.

Spider-Man got up too and stood beside you. Awkwardly, he put his thumbs up and his eyes went wide, “No worries. That’s what I’m here for. Your platonic friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man.”

You pressed your lips together in a smile, “Thank you.”

“Bye, Y/n,” He said and turned around. He walked a few steps towards the men and typed something into his … arm?

Deciding that this was your cue to leave, you walked towards the fast food place. You were still hungry and really needed something to get our mind off of what had happened. Only after you were back at home, you noticed that Spider-Man had called you by your name. You wondered if that means he actually read the news about himself on a daily basis, like your boss suggested. Maybe he knew you and all of your colleagues by your names. You snorted at the thought.

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When you went back to work the next day, your boss called you into his office right away. He was sitting behind his desk in his chair, sipping coffee from his Spider-Man themed mug. A lot of his belongings were Spider-Man themed; the stickers on his laptop, the pictures on his wall, and there were even pictures of Spider-Man neatly framed beside pictures of his actual wife and kids. His greatest pride was probably the Spider-Man themed stapler he had sitting in front of him.

“Y/n! There you are!” Mr. Park exclaimed and hastily put his mug down. He gestured to you to come in and have a seat. You sat down nervously and waited for him to talk.

“I heard about what happened yesterday. I hope you’re okay,” he began and you sighed. You knew where this was about to go.

“You met Spider-Man too, yesterday, am I right?” 

You nodded, “I did. He saved me.”

Mr. Park clapped excitedly. 

“Saved! I cannot believe it!” he wiped an imaginary tear out of the corner of his eye, “The things he does for us!”

Awkwardly, you nodded again and smiled, “Hah, right?”

Mr. Park did not take notice of your feelings, since he was way too invested in your story.

“Now tell me,” he began and slid some Spider-Man themed cookies over to you on the table. His wife most likely made them for him; she was way more accepting of his obsession than anyone in the office liked. Politely, you picked one up and started nipping on it. 

“What was he like? What happened?”

You thought back to yesterday night and cringed. 

“Some guy held me back and tried to mug me. He arrived just in time and saved me and brought them to the station, he said.”

“He arrived just in time,” your boss copied and sighed dreamily, “He’s really always there when you need him, isn’t he?”

You nodded again, not knowing what else to say. Mr. Park clapped again loudly, making you jump in your seat.

“Now, now, now. Let’s not get distracted.” He turned around and opened something on his laptop.

“You’re part of the journalist team, right?” 

You nodded, “Yes.”

“Hm,” He typed on his keyboard and added, “You’re gonna write an article about your experience.”

It was exactly what you expected. Mr. Park looked through some other documents on his laptop again and then his eyes turned back to you. He thought about something for a second, before he pressed a button on his work phone. His secretary answered.

“Hello Mr. Park. How can I help you today?” 

Mr. Park smacked his lips, “Can you get that boy here?”

“Sorry?”

He shook his head.

“That kid,” he said, furrowing his eyebrows, “that little guy who takes the pictures.”

The secretary sighed quietly and then asked: “Kim Seungmin, sir?”

Mr. Park scoffed, “Whatever. Just send the picture guy in. I need him here.”

The phone call disconnected and the both of you sat there in awkward silence. It took Seungmin not too long to knock, but it was long enough for you to regret not being knocked out by the muggers the day before.

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“Come in!” Your boss yelled and Seungmin came into the room. He looked a bit dishevelled and disoriented this morning. It was nothing out of the ordinary, he usually came in looking like he just climbed out of bed and it had something sweet about it, you thought.

“Yes, sir?” Seungmin asked politely. 

Your boss waved for him to come in, “Sit.”

Seungmin did as asked and sat down beside you. His arm slightly touched yours and you guys glanced at each other, trying not to laugh.

“Y/N here had the pleasure of, I mean,” Mr. Park cleared his throat awkwardly, “the unfortunate displeasure to meet Spider-Man last night. They got mugged and he had to step in to save them.”

Seungmin put on a serious face in front of Mr. Park, but you could see the corners of his lips twitch.

“That sounds very unfortunate,” Seungmin agreed. He furrowed his eyebrows and nodded. You had a hard time not bursting out laughing.

Your boss waved, “A mugging, can you believe it?”

Seungmin gasped, “Another one?”

Your boss nodded and shook his head, “Poor lad, so much is going on and the police barely support him.”

You exhaled with a silent laugh.

“I’m okay, though,” you confirmed again and looked at Mr. Park, “What was it that you wanted to tell us, sir?”

He smacked his lips and turned back to his computer.

“I want you to write an article about your experience. I need something new, something fresh. We finally have someone who can talk about the Spider-Man experience firsthand. The readers need to know that they can trust him and we will use it to advertise the SpiderLice link.”

You did not need to look at Seungmin to know that he had a hard time not bursting out laughing either again this time. The SpiderLice link was a GoFundMe created by Mr. Park himself, in which he wanted to appeal to the police to work together with Spider-Man, instead of talking shit about him during every interview he had with any of them. He came up with the name himself, which he was very proud of. He was also very unaware of the Twittertrend that followed after the GoFundMe gathered some more traction online, and he definitely did not know about the memes that everyone in the office still sent to each other occasionally.

“We will try our best,” Seungmin eventually got out and you nodded.

“When is the deadline?”

Mr. Park looked through something on his laptop again, “As fast as possible. Preferably until next week.”

Seungmin and you both nodded and Mr. Park stayed quiet. You took it as your sign to leave and got up. 

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When you left the office, some of your coworkers approached you.

“Is it true that you met Spider-Man?” - “What was he like?” - “Are you okay?”

It definitely did not hurt your feelings that the question about your wellbeing always came in last. 

You nodded and smiled, “I’m all good.”

“What did he look like?”

You snickered, “He’s shorter than I thought he would be.”

Seungmin behind you got offended on his behalf.

“I take pictures of him regularly and I can assure you that he is of a very-average height. Tall, even.”

You smiled a bit wider, “Are you sure that you’re not only saying it because you guys got a friendship going on?”

Seungmin raised his eyebrows and shook his head. The coworkers around you were staring at him now and his ears turned a deep shade of red. It was adorable.

“But I’m good,” you drew the attention back to yourself. From the corner of your eye, you saw Seungmin smile softly.

“He saved me and I got dinner. It was good. And his outfit is cool.”

Your coworkers were pleased with your answer and one by one left you alone with Seungmin. The latter was still smiling and hit your shoulder with his.

“He’s cool, huh?”

“Ah!” You groaned and hid your face behind your hands, “We’re supposed to start working on our article. You’re only here because we need new pictures of him.”

Seungmin laughed quietly.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

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The both of you got back to your workspaces. Ideally for your article, you guys were seated right across from each other. It usually led to the both of you talking to each other occasionally, mostly making jokes about Mr. Park’s obsession with Spider-Man and the classes either of you took. Seungmin was, like you, a student. He was very smart and it was very well known how smart he was to everyone on campus. A lot of people assumed that he would start an internship at Oscorp Industries right after he graduated, that he had his life sorted out for him already; even more people said the same about him and Stark Industries. You, however, knew that Seungmin himself did not even know what to do after he graduated. He really liked his job at the Daily Stay, especially his view, as he put it. It was funny, you thought, you could not even look out of the window from where you were sitting.

Seungmin was usually very shy. It took him a few weeks to somewhat open up to you. And as he was sitting down in front of you with a pained expression, you smiled at yourself. He used to always smile at you and he still did, but it was a lot more genuine than it used to be.

“Do you feel comfortable writing about this?” was the first thing he asked you. You nodded slightly.

“Even if I wasn’t, I really need the money,” you sighed and Seungmin smiled weakly.

“Same. I’m really glad that the guy always shows up when I’m around,” he hummed and turned on his work computer. 

You laughed, “Maybe he likes you.”

“Likes me?” Seungmin snorted, “Maybe he likes my attention because he knows that I work here.”

Offended on Spider-Man’s behalf, you huffed.

“He was very nice when I met him.”

Seungmin perked up at what you said. “Really?”

“Yeah.” You turned on your own computer, “He’s probably, like, really hot under that mask too. With shoulders like that there’s no way he isn’t.”

Seungmin smirked and your heart skipped a beat. 

“What happened to ‘What if he’s a human-sized-human-shaped spider’?”

You rolled your eyes: “Some people are into that.”

As an answer, Seungmin scrunched his nose and looked away from you. You snorted in return and started planning out your article.

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It was about an hour later when Seungmin sighed and looked at you. 

“I don’t have any new pictures of him. I need to take new ones,” he started and thought for a second, “Do you… Do you want to join me?”

Surprised, you looked up.

“Are you sure?”

Bashfully, Seungmin nodded. His ears were turning red again and it made your heart warm. You smiled and nodded.

“Let’s go.”

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It was still warm outside when you left the building. Seungmin and you ended up walking around and he had his camera ready around his neck. You guys walked around for a little while with no Spider-Man in sight. It started getting colder and you felt yourself freezing a little. Seungmin took notice of this and took his jacket off.

“Take it,” he said and handed it to you. You felt your face heat up and looked past him. 

“I’m fine,” you mumbled, but he insisted. His cheeks turned a faint shade of pink and he looked at you.

“Please put it on.”

Eventually, you nodded slightly and let him put his jacket around your shoulders. Seungmin’s hands stayed on your shoulders for a few more seconds and he gazed right at your eyes. His ears were red now, too, and licked his lips quickly. Your own face was still hot and you opened your mouth slightly.

Seungmin leaned it and you batted your eyes quickly. He smelled good, you noticed and your gaze fell down to his lips. He smelled just like lavender and coffee. He leaned a bit further into you, his eyes now half closed. The camera touched your chest slightly. His nose grazed yours and you sighed. He pulled you a bit closer into him, your lips almost touching.

Suddenly, Seungmin jerked back and coughed awkwardly. His head was so red he could double as a redlight if he wanted to.

“Sorry,” he said quickly and stood up straight. Bewildered, you tried to catch your breath silently and shook your head.

“We should eat something somewhere. What do you think?” Seungmin asked and did not even give you a chance to say yes before he turned around and walked away from you. 

You both had dinner together. It was a bit awkward, considering that is just how Seungmin was around you sometimes. But today, it was a different kind of awkward. He paid for your food after the both of you were finished and brought you home. Seungmin waited for you to arrive in your room and for you to give him your okay, telling him that you were safe and sound, before he left without another word.

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You did not have work the next day, but you did not see Seungmin on campus, either. He had sent you an email with pictures of Spider-Man he took after you left. Apparently, Spider-Man had been closer to your neighbourhood than the one you guys had been strolling around. 

It was fitting for your article. It was a picture of Spider-Man sitting on top of a streetlight, just as he had when you first saw him. You saved the picture to your laptop and looked at it every time you were stuck on your article. It happened a lot of times, because all you could think about was what happened with Seungmin and the almost-kiss the both of you shared.

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When you went back to work the day after, Seungmin was not there. It was good with you, since you were almost done with your article anyway and him being there would only distract you. 

Your boss called you back to the office right after you finished your first draft. Seungmin was already in the office with Mr. Park, who looked delighted.

“Sit down, sit down,” he ordered and you did, right beside Seungmin. Mr. Park beamed at something on his laptop.

“Mr. Kim just showed me the pictures. They’re fantastic!” He turned his laptop around and showed you the exact same picture Seungmin had sent you.

“I’m thinking about using this for the article,” you commented. Mr. Park nodded happily.

“Of course, of course.”

Your boss nodded again and smiled at his laptop.

“This article will make it big. I just know it. SpiderLice will finally get the recognition it deserves.”

You smiled weakly and as did Seungmin. 

Mr. Park turned his attention to you, “How is the article going along?”

“I’m finished with my first draft,” you said and Mr. Park hummed, “I can submit it later today.”

He clapped, “Fantastic. Don’t let me hold you back any further. Go go.”

Your boss hushed you out of the room. Awkwardly, Seungmin and you both got up at the same time and almost walked into each other. Your eyes crossed for a split second, before you both just left the room after each other.

“I don’t work today,” Seungmin said when you both stood in front of the office. 

“I noticed,” you smiled weakly and Seungmin pressed his lips together.

Still, Seungmin walked back to your seats and you followed him. You both sat down and he looked for something in one of his drawers. Suddenly, he looked up.

“I’m still sorry about the other night,” Seungmin said bashfully and you furrowed your eyebrows.

“About what?”

“You know,” he gestured weakly, “I know that you have a boyfriend. I won’t do it again.”

You furrowed your eyebrows even more and just gawked at him. “Boyfriend?”

Seungmin shook his head and gazed at you painfully. 

“Yeah. I’m sorry.”

You could not even answer him because he got up and left right away. Was that what was plaguing his mind? Did your coworkers come up with some rumour about you? You did not even mention anyone you were seeing to any of your coworkers, much less a boyfriend. Where did these thoughts come from?

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Seungmin and you did not see each other again for a few more days. You had submitted your article and your boss loved it. Reexperiencing your mugging was less emotional than you thought it would be. If anything, it made you think a lot about Spider-Man again and how comforting he was in many ways, even though you barely talked to him. Maybe your boss’ obsession with him was finally getting to you.

You were sitting at home and aimlessly scrolling through Twitter when you saw Spider-Man trending. Apparently, he had a big fight going on against someone called the Green Goblin. It was a flying green creature based on the pictures you saw. Worriedly, you turned on the TV to see the fight play out live with your own eyes, all while checking the Twitter Hashtag every second. It was scary.

“Spider-Man is said to be heavily injured, Ladies and Gentlemen,” the reporter said. She was standing in front of the Golden Gate Bridge where the fight took place. 

“If you just joined us: The police have evacuated everyone out of their cars. Citizens living nearby are urged to stay inside their homes and find a safe place to take shelter in case Spider-Man won’t be able to stop the Green Goblin from reaching the buildings.”

You shuddered and sat up straight. People on Twitter were rooting for Spider-Man. A few people were already sharing their experience and what it was like to be out there, saved by Spider-Man, just minutes after he got them into safety. The news showed a close up of Spider-Man and the Green Goblin fighting together. They were both just trying to power each other out. A part of Spider-Man’s costume was already ripped on his stomach and he was bleeding. A few strands of black hair peered out of his mask and his big eyes, who were filled with sneakiness when he met you, were nothing but worried now. As were you. 

“The Green Goblin just got another hit in. Ladies and Gentlemen, he just hit Spider-Man. He is on the ground. I repeat: Spider-Man is on the ground.”

You gasped and clutched your phone. Hastily, you leaned forward and stared at the red and blue coloured dot worriedly.

“C’mon, Spider-Man,” you whispered and furrowed your eyebrows. You were desperately hoping that he was okay, because it did not look well for him if you were frank. A few more seconds passed and - nothing. You started to become even more concerned, when the little dot started moving. The Green Goblin coloured dot flew closer to the ground where Spider-Man was. 

The drone, which the reporters used to film the scene, flew closer. A shrill laugh was heard and suddenly, all you could see was the Green Goblins own face.

“Now you all can watch me kill your hero,” he screeched and hovered his board closer to where Spider-Man was lying. The Green Goblin screamed and laughed again and suddenly, the camera was turned off. 

Hurriedly, the news team switched their point of view back to the news reporter, who was extremely pale in the face. 

“I-” she started and looked at something behind the camera. Her mouth was open and she was visibly confused and concerned. The camera, which was on her, panned back to the Golden Gate Bridge to where the situation took place just seconds before. Nothing could be seen anymore. It was as if both had vanished.

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You sat still on your couch, out of breath. You could not believe that this had happened and you were grasping on straws, hoping that Spider-Man was somehow fine. Worriedly, you rubbed your face with the palm of your hands and turned your TV off again. Even Twitter did not know what had happened and everyone was still speculating about what the Green Goblin did and where Spider-Man was, unsuccessfully. 

You got up after a few minutes and still felt like you were in some kind of trance. Was it valid for you to feel this way about someone you met once? You were thinking about calling Seungmin. Obviously he had to be close with Spider-Man to get these pictures, so he must know how he was doing?

Deep in thought, you did not hear the noise at first. It was a faint knocking on your living room window, barely audible. It was louder the second time and made you whip your head around. In front of your window was the man you were thinking about, completely beat up and slightly bleeding, but alive.

Hastily, you opened your window and let him in. Spider-Man wobbled through your open window and fell down right on your living room carpet. 

“What are you… Are you okay?” You stuttered and kneeled down. He was still dressed in his costume, despite it being extremely shredded. He must have gotten here right after whatever happened on the news, you assumed and your heart felt warm. It also left you confused, but you decided to help him first and ask questions later.

“Just stay here, I’ll get the first aid kid,” you mumbled. Carefully, you put your palm under his head and lifted it up to put a pillow under it. He whispered a quick thank you and you got up. 

When you got back from your bathroom, you saw Spider-Man sitting up with his back against the front of your couch. He had a hand on his stomach and hissed painfully.

“I only have this kit here,” you held up your first aid kit with some bandaids sticking out, “I think it would be better if we got you to the hospital.”

“NO!” Spider-Man complained immediately and groaned, “I can’t go. I can’t tell them who I am.”

“I won’t be of much help,” you added, trying to convince him to go, “I can even pay for it, if that’s what you’re concerned about.”

Spider-Man laughed, “Having you around will help me more than any hospital ever could.”

Your face heated up at his words and you smiled weakly. Does that mean he came to you on purpose and did not just choose the next best window to fall into? You kneeled down beside him and started dabbing the open wound on his chest with a wet towel.

“I think you have to take your suit off,” you said eventually and looked at his face, covered in his mask. “You can leave the mask on. I have some stuff to change, if you want to.”

Spider-Man nodded weakly, before he added: “Stuff from your boyfriend?”

You stopped your movements and stared at him.

“Boyfriend?”

Spider-Man tilted his head, “Yeah -ah- clothes from your boyfriend. The one you met up with the other day?”

“Oh,” you answered and laughed lightly, “That was a lie. I don’t have a boyfriend, I just wanted these guys to leave me alone.”

Spider-Man perked up at what you were saying: “So you are…”

“Single,” you confirmed and your face heated up again, “But I think your wounds are more concerning than my love life.”

Spider-Man sighed sweetly and took your hand in his to stop you from getting up.

“To you. I can’t believe I have been so stupid,” He laughed and you blamed it on his pain. 

“Shush. Let me get something for you to change. Take your clothes off.”

“Bossy, I like it.”

You blushed again and left the room to get some clothes for Spider-Man to change into. They were a hoodie and some sweatpants Seungmin left the only time he was over at yours. It was for an allnighter you pulled for the first article you worked on together months ago. It was also around the same time Seungmin started to warm up to you.

When you went back to your living room and saw Spider-Man sitting on your floor in his underwear, but still with his mask on. Your mind went blank for a minute. He had abs and it was the first thing you noticed. Obviously he had, considering all he did was parkour around the city as if it was nothing. Yet, it still made you gasp silently. His shoulders were broad, like they were when he was wearing his suit. It did not leave much to imagination, anyway. He had strong thighs, too, and your mind was wandering towards what it would be like to sit on them… Or to bite them.

You shook your head and counted to three. You would not let this stop you from giving him the care he needed. In whatever way he asked you to, anyway.

Out of his suit, the wounds did not look as bad. He had a deep cut on his stomach, but it was nothing that could not be fixed with a few stitches. Other than that, he had a few scratches on his chest and his thighs.

Spider-Man tried to sit up when he noticed you coming back in. You gently put down the clothes beside him and kneeled down. He offered you the pillow his head previously laid on and you shook your head.

“Keep it. I’ll clean your wounds.” 

You softly dabbed some alcohol around the big cut on his stomach. Spider-Man hissed again and grabbed your arm. Gently, you took his hand in yours.

“Just squeeze if it hurts and I will stop.”

He nodded and levelled his breath, “thank you.”

You continued to dab the wound on his stomach until you deemed it sanitary enough. Just when you went for the cut on his chest, he stopped you.

“Can I have your kit for a second?”

You nodded and handed it to him. Spider-Man took out a needle and some thread. 

“I’ll sew the wound myself. You can turn around if you don’t want to see it.”

You gulped and started to clean the wounds on his thighs instead. They were strong, just as you assumed earlier, and he flexed them every time you touched them. One of your hands was resting on top of him close to his stomach and he sighed.

“You’re so distracting,” he mumbled cheekily and you huffed, “I’m just trying to help.”

“I know,” he said and gently touched your arm, “thank you.”

You put some healing cream on his cuts next. Spider-Man hissed and you worriedly looked up. He just finished sewing the cut on his stomach and he seemed a bit more lively now. You worked on the cuts on his chest next. Your face was close to his and you could feel his hand ghost over the low of your back. His bare fingertips barely grazed you over your clothes and you felt a shiver run down your back.

You finished up his cuts quickly and looked at his face. He had another cut on his cheek.

“Would it be okay for me to take your mask off?” you asked carefully and Spider-Man nodded. 

“Please do.”

Softly, you grabbed the bottom part of his mask and pulled it up slightly. You passed his lips and saw him smile at you. It was the same smile that you loved so much. His lips were full and … familiar. And they looked so so kissable.

“Please don’t be mad at me,” the same lips whispered and you pulled off the mask entirely.

“Seungmin?” Your eyes went comically wide and you laughed.

“Of course. It makes so much sense.” You put both of your hands on his cheeks and he looked at you confusedly.

“Pardon?”

“You being Spider-Man, it makes so much sense,” you chuckled and he raised an eyebrow.

“I repeat: Pardon?”

“Spider-Man is the only person who has overheard me talking about a so called ‘boyfriend’” you imitated the quotation marks against his cheeks and he smiled lovingly, his eyes turning into the crescent moons that you loved so much, “plus, there is no way you would have taken all of these pictures of Spider-Man, well, yourself if you didn’t at least know who that guy is.”

Seungmin giggled, showed you his precious smile, and put both of his hands up to clasp them around your wrists and he held you tightly.

“You’re so smart,” he whispered and looked up at you with big and hopeful eyes. You giggled back and put your face closer to his. 

“In comparison to you? Obviously,” you joked around and Seungmin leaned towards you in protest. His nose grazed yours softly and you sighed lovingly in response.

“Are you making fun of me?” he cheekily said and gently hit your nose with his. You giggled again.

“Maybe.”

Seungmin grinned. “Unbelievable.”

And then, he kissed you. It was a soft kiss. At first, your lips only grazed each other carefully, as if to get to know each other for the first time again. Seungmin desperately pulled you closer by your wrists, which were still embraced by his hands. His grip around you tightened. You pulled his face closer to yours and deepened the kiss. Seungmin let out a sigh. On cue, you pulled back slightly and saw him look at you with a dreamy expression.

“I wanted to do this days ago,” he confessed and scrunched his nose, “I can’t believe that I’ve been so stupid.”

“Me too,” you joked and looked at him sternly.

“You’re an idiot. I really wanted you to kiss me.”

Seungmin perked up at your confession.

“Really?”

“Do you think there is anyone else I would have gone all around town with to look for a superhero? Who wouldn’t even show up, because I was a dumbass and went looking for Spider-Man with Spider-Man?”

Seungmin grinned bashfully and pulled you back closer.

“No more talking,” he laughed and kissed you again and again, “I need to make up for the past few days.”

And he did.

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𓂃 ❛ ꒰ 📔 ꒱ ❜ hyunjin proposes you have a fake relationship with him to convince jisung you don't like him and to get back at his own ex, dao.

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wedding cake samples - lee felix x gn!reader

˗ˏˋ pairing: lee felix x gn!reader

˗ˏˋ description: your best friend is getting married and can't stop gushing about how much she loved the wedding cake samples she got at the lee bakery, baked by the chef baker himself. after finding out that you won't get any samples unless you are engaged, you take matters into your own hands and create a dating profile for this specific scenario: to find someone who wants to fake-engage you to try the wedding cake samples together. and felix matches with you.

˗ˏˋword count: 4.9k

˗ˏˋ tags: strangers to idiots who like each other a lot, fake dating, fluff, food mention, flirty felix, he has a secret but there is no conflict, only two cuties, little shit jisung, i do not know how wedding cake tasting works, i have never been to cake tasting, you are definitely able to tell that i have given up on dating apps, don't download them

˗ˏˋ part two: cookie taste tester

author's note: my first written fic for stray kids !! thank you so much to my friend for beta-reading this for me <3 this fic was based on a random tumblr post i saw ages ago lol, if you want to discuss anything, ask a question, or just tell me your thoughts, my ask box is open for everyone <3 happy reading !!

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wedding cake tasting (lee felix)

“Does somebody wanna be fake engaged to me for like two hours to try free wedding cake samples?”

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Your goal was simple. Open Tinder, write your bio, and wait. Truth to be told, you did not expect any answers. Maybe some people would make fun of you, if anyone wanted to match with you in the first place. You did not expect much out of it, but would it hurt to try?

After hearing your best friend talk about her wedding planning all day, you were curious. She had already picked a location, the dress she had her eyes on was absolutely gorgeous, and now she was simultaneously looking for flowers to decorate and the wedding cake. The latter included cake tasting, which she did today. She kept talking about how tasty the cake samples were, how brilliant, showstopping, phenomenal, all thanks to the owner of the bakery. She and her fiance both had a hard time choosing the cake flavour for their wedding, as she told you on the phone just now.

“This guy, he’s god-sent. He’s the owner of the bakery, it’s about thirty minutes away from where you live. His cakes are so, so good, we couldn’t believe that he made all of them himself,” she sighed and you could hear her jump on her bed, “He has his staff working with him, and they do sell other pastries, duh, but he is the one who works on all wedding cakes all by himself. It’s his thing, he said. He wants nothing but the best for his customers. Isn’t that the cutest thing you have ever heard?”

You smiled and agreed, “He sounds amazing.”

“He IS,” your friend gushed, “He made all the samples all by himself today. Yesterday night and this morning, he said, so it would be all fresh. Just like it would be at the wedding. It’s his thing, even the staff was so heartwarming and kept congratulating us on our engagement. I think I would marry Chef Lee if I weren’t engaged already.”

“You what?” You heard her finance gasp in the background, “You have to fight me for his hand first.”

You laughed, “You didn’t happen to take any samples home?”

“We didn’t, I’m sorry,” your best friend sighed, “I don’t think that we will go back before the wedding. I had so much going on, I really wish I had thought of it.”

“It’s all good,” you interrupted her, “I’ll just bring some pastries or a croissant from the bakery next time I come over.”

Your friend gasped, “Is that a promise?”

“Absolutely. If I get the first bite at your wedding,” you teased laughing.

“Hm,” your friend pretended to think about it, “what if I give you the address for the bakery and you can try everything yourself?”

You paused for a second, “the wedding cake samples?”

“Oh no, he only makes them for engaged couples,” she explained, “but the regular stuff is really good too. I’ll send you the location.”

The bakery was not that far away from where you lived, maybe a twenty minute walk away. You could easily drive over for a bite.

“Thank you. I shall bring the goods next time I come over,” You said dramatically, knowing that your phone call had to be cut short today. She and her fiance would go look for flower arrangements tomorrow and you did not want to keep them up longer than you had to. On cue your friend started yawning. 

“Would you be upset at me if I went to sleep right now?” she asked ashamedly. You shook your head, knowing that she could not see it.

“Of course not. Text you tomorrow?”

She made a kissing sound into the phone, “You’re the best. Talk to you tomorrow!”

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The familiar sound let you know that she hung up. Sighing, you threw your phone on the desk in front of you and started tapping your fingers on your phone case. You would not totally be against the idea of going to the bakery in a few days, since it was your day off anyway. The way your friend talked about the pastries made your stomach growl in anticipation. Deep in thought, you started to rub it appreciatively.

“I know, this really makes me want to try the samples. I wonder why he won’t just sell the cakes he makes if they’re so good,” you told your stomach and it grumbled again. 

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Dejectedly, you turned your phone around just as a new notification popped up.

You have a new match! 

Oh. It was from the dating app you downloaded a few days ago. After weeks of refusing to download the app, your friend finally managed to talk you into it the last time you visited her. Allegedly, she just wanted you to find a date to her wedding, she had to make sure you would not swipe right on complete idiots, but you never got around to actually text any of the people back. 

Thinking about everything your friend had said, you sat up straighter. An idea popped into your mind; what if you just looked for a date on your dating app to go taste wedding cake samples with you? It was a spur of the moment idea, but you still opened the app and went straight to your profile. Obviously, it would most likely be awkward to introduce your idea to anyone you had a match with already. You did not feel ready for rejection of any kind, so you decided to change your bio to match your idea. 

“Does anyone want to try wedding cake samples with me? My friend is engaged and I am jealous of her wedding cake and her relationship.”

No. No one would match with you that way.

“Wedding cake samples. Thoughts?”

You cringed. Neither sounded like a good idea.

“Does somebody wanna be fake engaged to me for like two hours to try free wedding cake samples?”

Maybe your new bio was a bit pathetic, but it was exactly what you are looking for. You had not found anyone worth talking to on the app so far anyway, so this would definitely be a good conversation starter. If anyone texted you back, anyway. 

You went back to the main page and started swiping. However, no one you saw so far actually had the vibes you needed to get your admittedly stupid plan in motion. Then again, what did you expect from a dating app?

You swiped on a few people who seemed fun enough, with no matches so far, before you put your phone back down. It was time you made yourself some dinner, anyway, if your growling stomach had anything to say. Discouraged from your unsuccessful fake-engagement-hunt, you got up and made yourself some dinner.

When you got back, you found out that a few people actually matched with you, and some even texted you in regards to your bio. One of the people stood out, however. It was someone named “Felix”. He seemed really… sweet. 

“How much are the samples?” He had texted you first, and you clicked on his profile. The first picture was a selfie and he looked incredibly handsome in it. It was a simple one. Felix looked into the camera with a slight smile barely gracing his lips. He had black hair with a middle part, dark eyes, and full lips. It was mesmerising to look at him, but what really stood out to you were the freckles adorning his entire face. He was even wearing a dangling earring on the left side of his head and it made him even more attractive to you. 

“Cute,” you mumbled and scrolled a bit down to read his bio. It made you snort.

Do you believe in love at first sight or do you want to swipe again?

“So that’s who we are working with,” you said to yourself and swiped back up again. Felix was cute, though, so you decided to give his profile another chance. You swiped again to look at the other pictures on his profile. The second one already felt like you found the right person. It was a picture of Felix in what seemed to be his own kitchen. He was in the process of kneading the dough when the picture was taken. It was sweet. His pretty freckles were covered by the flour all over his face, just like his clothing was. You zoomed into the picture and snorted again. There were two handprints of flour right on his butt. The picture already made you intrigued to find out what Felix actually thought of your idea to get free cake samples out of the date you had yet to plan. 

You swiped one last time to see the last picture, and oh. Oh.

The last picture was a selfie of Felix in bed surrounded by purple light. His face was half covered by his pillow. He put his hand on the back of his head and gazed into the camera seductively. He had one dangling earring on, and his freckles were just as present as in the pictures before. This time, however, his hair was blond and he seemed to be shirtless in this picture. 

Felix seemed to be funny, if the second picture told you anything about him, and he was not hard on the eyes either. You looked at all of his pictures again before you went back to your chat with him.

“Not sure yet, but I will pay for it. Just looking for someone who wants to go with me.” It was honest. You were looking for someone to join you. The fact that Felix was insanely attractive was only a bonus. 

Felix answered you right away, “I see. When are we going?”

You smiled at his message, “Would Friday work for you?”

“Absolutely. Just let me know when and where and I will be there!”

And with that, you guys started to talk to each other for the entire night. You went from messaging to video calling, since Felix claimed that he would love to see you to make sure he knows what his fiance looked like. You told Felix about the bakery and where you got your idea from. Thankfully, he did not judge you. He called you a genius even. 

“No, I definitely would have done the same if I were you,” he said in a thick Australian accent and smiled widely, “Maybe I would have begged one of my friends to go, but using this as a first date idea? You’re so cool for that.”

You felt your face heat up at his words.

“Stoop,” you mumbled and pressed your face on your pillow, “I was afraid of the people who would text me about it. For all I know you could be a murderer.”

Felix grinned mischievously, “I can think of ways to make your heart stop.”

You jolted back up and stared right into the camera, “You did not just say that.”

“I’m sorry,” Felix blushed and giggled shyly, “Was that too soon? You’re just so cute, I had a hard time believing that you didn’t try to catfish me.”

It was your turn to get shy now.

“I wouldn’t,” you said, “I’m really only here for the wedding cakes.”

He smiled, “I can’t wait to try them, then.”

You were both quiet for a while, just staring at each other in silence. 

“Can I ask you a question about your profile?” You asked all of a sudden. Felix nodded curiously, “Go ahead.”

“So, about that second picture. Do I have a baker myself with me on Friday?”

Felix grinned widely, “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”

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Talking to Felix was easy. It was like walking through a field of flowers on a sunny day while listening to your favourite songs, knowing that it would not rain all day. And that’s what Felix was, a sunshine. The sunlight in your days all the way up to Friday.

On Thursday the day before you talked to your best friend on the phone again. You did not tell her about your Felix just yet, because you wanted to wait and see where this would go. She did, however, ask you about the bakery again. 

“Did you go yet? We confirmed the cake, by the way. I want to keep the flavour a surprise, but just know that you will fall in love as soon as you know how magical Chef Lee is.”

You smiled to yourself, “Not yet. I want to go tomorrow, though.”

“You will?” Your best friend perked up at your answer, “you need to get us something. Do you want to come over tomorrow?”

“I,” you started, thinking about your date with Felix, “I’ll text you about it tomorrow. I have a thing going on, I’m not sure yet if I will have the time.”

“Okay,” your friend said and you knew that she was pouting, “but you need to come over soon. I am going insane without you.”

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Friday came and Felix came over to yours. As promised, he would pick you up and you would walk to the bakery together. It was a twenty minute walk and you would have all the time in the world to match your stories up again until your appointment started. You woke up early that day, took a quick shower, and decided on a simple yet chic outfit to go cake tasting. You did not want to look too shabby, but still make a good impression on the staff in case you decided to go back there again. It was a few minutes before your meeting time, you were putting on your shoes, when your bell rang. When you opened the door, you were greeted by Felix down on one knee.

“Y/N, will you fake-marry me for today?” He had a ring pop in his hands and looked at you with big, sparkling eyes. His freckles were so vibrant today and you felt your face heat up a little.

“Of course,” you gasped and folded your hands over your mouth, “Yes! I want to be fake-engaged!”

Felix laughed and got back up. You noticed that his eyes were all red and smiled a little. He was smaller than you expected him to be, but he was still the most gorgeous man you had ever laid your eyes on.

Felix put out his hand, “C’mon. Give me your hand.”

Hesitantly, you held your left hand towards him. He gently took it into his and slid the ring pop over your ring finger. 

“There we go,” he whispered and softly stroke your hand with his thumb. Your heart did a little flip.

“Now we’re officially fake-engaged!”

You looked up at him, right into his eyes. They were so kind and you had a hard time looking away. Felix just smiled at you.

“Do we go?” He still had your hand in yours. 

You nodded, “Yeah, I’m ready.”

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He did not let go of your hand for the entirety of the walk. You both talked about your fake-engagement. Felix softly drew circles on the back of your hand and you did not mind one bit.

“I say that we met at college. I always wanted a college romance,” Felix muses and you laughed. “I hate thinking about college.”

“Fair enough.”

He smiled, “But I think you would love thinking about it if you met me there.”

“Ah!” You looked away, “That is absolutely not true.”

Felix laughed at your flustered state.

“Don’t worry, love. I’ll make sure that they won’t suspect anything.” His grip around your hand tightened a little, “and if they do, we’re just gonna tell them that you’re a dropout.” 

You shook your head, “Unbelievable. I am the smartest person I know.”

“Ah! I knew that you don’t have any friends.”

Playfully, you hit his arm with your free hand, “Keep being mean to me and I will look for another fiance.”

Felix pouted, “I’m sorry. Don’t break up with me. I didn’t even get to try the cake yet.” He winked at you.

“You’re gross,” you joked, not minding his comments at all, “but we can do your college romance, if that’s what you want.”

“I will do whatever you want,” he answered honestly. You looked away and licked your lips.

“I think it would be fine. We just say that we have the same major. Nothing in detail. I doubt that anyone cares, anyway.”

He nodded, “Probably. I’m a music major, by the way.”

You looked at him. “Then I am, too.”

Felix was flirty, but it was nice. His hand fit into yours perfectly and it was so incredibly soft. He was funny, too. You already guessed when he was ready to do this with fake-engagement wedding cake tasting with you, but you quite underestimated how hilarious he actually was. During the week you have known him, you guys have talked to every day. One of his favourite activities was sending you memes he found on different social medias, and they always made you smile. Thinking about this, you ignored the fact that they were especially funny because of the guy who sent them to you.

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You almost did not notice that you reached the bakery, you were both currently several arguments deep in a discussion about your favourite pizza toppings.

“You’re wrong,” you told him and pointed at the sign above the door, “and we’re here already. I win.”

Felix rolled his eyes and smiled, “Only because you’re cute.”

As it had done the entire day already, your face heated up again.

“Dumbass,” you jokingly mumbled and pulled him to the entrance. Your hand was still in his.

You opened the door and were greeted with a fantastic smell. Your best friend was right, the pastries already smelled delicious, and your mouth started watering at the thought of finally getting to try them. 

You both walked towards the staff working behind the counter. It was a guy your age, who was about the same height as Felix. He had big eyes, soft cheeks, and a knowing glint in his eyes when he saw you guys walking up to him. Awkwardly, you let go of Felix’s hand.

“Hi, we’re here for the wedding cake tasting,” you introduced yourselves, “It’s for Y/N?”

The guy behind the counter hummed and nodded. He typed something into the computer. You took the chance and looked around. There were endless amounts of bread right behind him and it looked so delicious. The counter was filled with different pastries; you could spot croissants and strawberry cake; even freshly baked cookies who were still steaming were orderly placed behind the glass. You licked your lips and sighed quietly; everything looked so heavenly.

“Yes, here you are,” the guy interrupted your thoughts and you looked back at him, “Y/N. This way, please.”

The guy opened the door behind him first, “Seungmin? Can you go to the counter, please?”

“But I’m on my break,” came a muffled voice out of the room. The guy sighed.

“We have… customers,” he said sternly, hesitating a bit before the last part. You glanced at Felix. Did the worker know that you were only pretending? But Felix only looked at both guys amusedly.

“Fine,” the voice in the room did, in fact, not sound fine, “I’m coming out. Give me a second.”

Happily, the guy nodded and turned back around to face you again, “I’m sorry for him. I will show you the samples right now.”

You smiled at him and nodded, following him along with Felix right behind you. You could feel his hand ghosting over your lower back as he guided you through the bakery to a small sideroom. It was beautifully arranged for customers who wanted to sit down. Now, however, there were different cake samples on a single table. They were the ones you had chosen when you called the bakery the week before, you assumed.

“Woah,” you whispered and you heard Felix laugh quietly. His laugh was deep and sent a chill down your spine.

“Sit down, please,” the guy said and pointed to the chairs opposite of his, “I am Jisung, by the way. I’m here to assist you on your wedding cake journey today!”

“Oh, are you Chef Lee?” Jisung glanced at Felix at your question.

“I’m not, I apologise on his behalf,” he said carefully, “He is busy today. He usually would have done this, but I hope I can be just as helpful as him. We all know the procedure. If you have any concerns, I will gladly give you his phone number. He offered to call you, should you choose us for your wedding cake needs..”

He smiled at you and you nodded, “Thank you.”

You put your hand out to grab your chair, but Felix swiftly stood beside you and pulled it back for you.

“There you go, love,” he smiled cutely and waited for you to sit down. You did and he gently pushed the chair forward. You looked down and smiled, “thank you.”

Felix sat down beside you and put an arm around your chair, as if he had done it a thousand times before already. Jisung looked at you both.

“Here we have the samples,” he pointed at the different cupcakes in front of him, “Chef Lee has baked them all himself. They’re the different flavours that we offer. Here we have white vanilla bean, red velvet, and chocolate!”

The cupcakes looked mouthwatering, just like the pastries in the entrance did. Jisung pushed the platter with the white vanilla bean cupcake towards you. You pulled the plate towards you and Felix grabbed the fork. He got some of the cupcake on it and pointed the fork towards your mouth.

You opened your mouth while looking him in the eyes, trying to stop your face from heating up and embarrassing yourself in front of Jisung. Felix smirked at you when you gasped.

“Oh my god, this tastes amazing.” And it did. The cupcake was soft, moist, and extremely fluffy. The flavour was subtle, but addicting, and you had to stop yourself from taking another bite and eating the cupcake all in one go. 

You heard Jisung laugh, “Thank you. I will give the compliments to the chef when he comes back.”

Felix winked at you and took his own bite, “It’s perfect.”

He pushed the platter with the half-eaten cupcake aside. Jisung took the platter and handed you the red velvet cupcake.

“I hope you won’t feel like a psycho after trying our red velvet cupcake,” Jisung joked and looked at the both of you. You snorted quietly and hid your laugh behind your hand. While laughing, you slightly leaned further into Felix, who welcomed you with open arms.

“Who are you to make my fiance laugh like that,” Felix joked back and gently pressed his lips against your temple, “but I think she might need to get scared that I’m gonna leave her for your cupcakes.”

You looked at him, “Fight me.”

Felix's eyes sparkled, “Over these cupcakes? Always.”

You noticed Jisung look at you and you felt your body heat up again.

“I’m sorry. We’re just so excited,” you said, and Felix nodded, “Yeah, for our wedding and everything.”

Jisung smiled, “No worries. We love seeing our … customers happy. Especially ones who… have their special day soon.”

Felix moved beside you and Jisung pulled a grimace. 

“Anyway. Here’s the red velvet.”

You took your own bite this time and closed your eyes. The cupcake tasted mildly like cocoa and blended together so insanely tasty the cream cheese frosting outside. The texture was smooth and soft this time again.

“Oh, I’m so in love right now,” You joked and looked at Felix, “Have some.”

It was your turn to feed him this time. It was a delicate moment shared between the both of you, and Felix beamed at you after taking his bite.

“This is great,” He complimented again and looked at Jisung. The latter pressed his lips together and nodded his head, “Do you want to try the last one? We can talk about decorations after.”

You looked at Felix worriedly. You had not discussed decorations so far, hell, you did not even consider that they would already plan the cake with you. All you assumed they did was have you taste the flavours, you pay for it, and come back another time if you chose the place to actually work on the cake. 

Felix noticed your uneasiness and answered, “If we choose your cake, we would love to discuss the decorations with the chef himself, please. We want it to be simple, but we would prefer to discuss it with him. I hope you understand.”

Jisung looked at Felix and squinted his eyes while staring at him. At least that’s what you thought you saw, because when you properly looked at Jisung, you saw the smile on his face he never seemed to love.

“Of course,” He answered, pushing the last cupcake towards you, “Help yourself. I will go back to grab the notebook. We can at least write down the flavours you prefer now. It helps with the planning process, if you decide to choose us.”

Felix nodded and pulled you closer into him.

“C’mon, babe, have another bite,” He said and placed the fork in front of your closed lips. Jisung already left the room and you opened your mouth, allowing Felix to feed you one more time.

“These cakes are insane,” you moaned and fell into his chest, “I think we actually need to get married now. There is no way I will never have these again.”

Felix smirked, “Didn’t you say your friend chose these for her wedding?”

“Yes,” you hesitated, “but I think I could eat one of these in one sitting all by myself.”

Gently, Felix put his hand on your cheek.

“You got something”, he mumbled, staring at your lips, “right there.”

Carefully, he swiped his thumb over your lower lip up to the corner of your mouth. Felix looked up into your eyes and put his thumb up to his own mouth to suck it clean.

“All gone,” he whispered. You could not get another word out, you were all too mesmerised by his eyes. They were still sparkling and god, the freckles on his face. You blinked slowly and looked at the stars on his cheeks. He was so gorgeous and you felt your stomach flutter at his actions. Slowly, Felix leaned in.

“Tell me,” Felix said quietly, still leaning in further. Your gaze dropped down to his lips, “I-”

You heard the door open again and jumped out of his arms. Jisung came back with a notebook in his hand, pretending that he did not see what you guys were up to.

“Did you guys decide on a flavour?” He asked and opened the notebook. Felix nodded.

“I really like the chocolate one. What do you think, cupcake?” He winked at you, while you were still trying to get your remaining brain cells to work again.

“Yeah, I really want the chocolate one too.”

Jisung looked at Felix, before glancing back at you.

“Preferred flavour: chocolate cake. Thank you,” He wrote it down in his notebook, “I will let the Chef know. This would already be it otherwise. If you want us to make your wedding cake, please make sure to let us know within two business days. We have a pretty open schedule and we are flexible when it comes to the date, so you don’t have to tell us just yet when it will be. A rough estimate will be enough.”

“A spring wedding,” Felix answered for you, his hand dropping down to your lower back, “we want a spring wedding.”

You nodded in agreement, unable to get another word out when Felix drew circles with his thumb on your lower back. Jisung nodded one last time.

“Alright. Then it’s settled! Just give us another call within the next few days. Chef Lee will personally answer you.”

Felix thanked Jisung and both men stood up. You joined Felix right away, still in a trance, and Jisung led you the way back to the counter. Seungmin was still standing behind the counter and hurriedly put the pastry he was snacking on below the counter in front of him. Jisung stared at him and pushed him to the side to go to the computer. He typed something in it, presumably what you just talked about, and looked at the both of you. 

“The total would be 25.”

You reached into your pocket to get your wallet out, but Felix was faster. He handed Jisung a ten and a twenty bill and told him to keep the change. Jisung looked at him.

“It was a pleasure to have you both here today. I hope you choose us for your wedding cake. Have a nice day, Y/N and Felix.”

You both said your goodbyes and left the bakery together, Felix hand still on your back. Cheekily, he slipped his hand right into yours when you made your way back to your home and to his car. You squeezed Felix hand and could feel a slight warm feeling in your cheeks again.

“Say, when did you want to tell me that you are Chef Lee?”

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masterlist | part two

I want a man!!!!!

a helping hand — c. seungcheol

pairing: non-idol! seungcheol x f!reader

word count: 4,872

genre: minor angst, fluff, workplace romance

warnings: reader experiences sleep deprivation, curse words, reader is a b*tch to cheol cuz of sleep deprivation and an annoying manager

author's notes: i have returned with more (not proofread) writing !

Your eyes were practically filled with lead as you stared at your computer screen, the design you had opened on Photoshop blurring as consciousness continues to slip past your fingers. Whatever you had planned on fixing with the design in front of you was long gone with your sanity and will to stay awake. As darkness surrounds you, all you could hear is the clicking of your mouse and keyboard, your department completely empty aside from you.

Your eyes flickered to the bottom corner of your screen; 08:24 PM, it read. Everyone else in the department had gone home, at six, but because your annoying, and cutthroat new team manager was giving you so much crap for the designs you submitted for next quarter’s social media, you were forced to work later to fix the mistakes she had pointed out.

It wasn’t unusual for the design team to stay later in the office to finish up projects, but your former team manager never allowed anyone to stay past seven. Safe to say, your new team manager didn’t care—all she cared about was that you work quick, and efficient. If it requires staying overnight at the office, then better bring out your neck pillow.

“Hello? Is someone still here?” Jumping in your chair, you looked over the dividers of your cubicle, spotting Seungcheol, an employee in the Marketing division, standing by the door.

Raising your hand, you announced, “I am.”

Seungcheol’s eyes squinted, trying to spot you through the dark before his eyebrows knitted together in confusion upon seeing you in the empty room. “Y/N? What are you still doing here?” His footsteps echoed throughout the empty room, approaching you and seating himself in the cubicle beside you. “Working on something?”

You weakly nodded, sleep returning to fog your brain. “I have revisions from Hyunhee.”

“Hyunhee?”

“Our new team manager,” you grumbled, just thinking about the woman made your head ache in annoyance. “Since Jiha is on maternal leave, I have to handle both hers and my own projects, and Hyunhee—safe to say—” you motioned to the empty room “—she’s a pain in my ass.”

Seungcheol couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking his head. “And this?” He nodded his head towards your computer.

“It’s for next quarter’s Instagram feed, but Hyunhee has a completely different idea to what my former team manager had, so she hates every single thing that I’ve given her.”

“Really? She’s that bad?”

You nod, your lips jutting out slightly as you recall how terrible Hyunhee was to you since she became the team manager. “I don’t get it, though—don’t get me wrong, she’s a nightmare to everyone, but it feels especially bad when it comes to me.”

“How come?”

“It might be because on her first day, I had a septum piercing, and she called me out on that saying it’s unprofessional and that I should remove it,” you explained, the design on your computer long forgotten as you shifted in your chair to face Seungcheol. Your brows furrowed upon a realization, “Wait, why are you still here?”

“I left at six, but came back because I forgot my phone charger,” he explained, “and since the janitor was mopping up the area in front of the lift, I chose to go down the stairs and walked past here and noticed the light in your cubicle.”

“It must be nice having an overbearing manager,” you mumbled, adding, “you can leave once work hours are over.”

“Why don’t you continue it tomorrow, Y/N?” He takes a gander at your work. “It looks good, too, you can do finishing touches tomorrow morning.”

“Because Hyunhee wants it tomorrow, before she comes in,” you responded, the urge to cry out of frustration growing stronger. “And this design is the one that she rejected, all of it.” You couldn’t but chuckle at Seungcheol when he stares at you with widened eyes, shocked.

“Is this even allowed? I get staying an hour after work hours end, but it’s almost nine, Y/N.”

“She doesn’t really care, just cares that the project is complete and placed on her desk when she asked for it,” you informed him, and immediately looked away as he stares at you in pity. It’s pathetic, really, to feel obligated to invest so much time and energy for something you knew could be completed within working hours. Maybe you were scared of Hyunhee. Rumors say that she got the job as team manager because she is indirectly connected to the Chief of Operation in your company, and you didn’t want to find out what would happen if you crossed the line.

Or in this case, submit a late project.

“Do you want me to accompany you while you work on this? I don’t mind staying in late,” Seungcheol offered, and your heart couldn’t help but melt at his offer. You couldn’t lie that being accompanied by an attractive guy as the hours grow late wasn’t a bad thing—it could help keep you awake, too, but you felt bad. This wasn’t Seungcheol’s project to complete, it was (unfortunately) yours.

So, you shook your head, giving him a reassuring smile, “No need, Cheol. I might go home in twenty minutes, and continue then.”

“I’ll accompany you until then, Y/N,” he states, sitting back and crossing his arms over his chest to indicate he wasn’t going to move.

“Seriously, Cheol, you can go home, I’ll be fine.”

He only shakes his head, standing (or sitting) his ground. He then nods his head towards your abandoned project. “Go on, Y/N, move it to your USB.”

As you move the files to your flash drive, Seungcheol stood from the chair, eyes wandering around your cubicle space, noticing the little pictures you had all around the walls of the divider—there were a few of you with your friends and family, none that came off to be anything more than platonic.

Why was he even looking to see if you had a partner or not? His cheeks heated at the realization when his heart raced at the possibility of you being single.

“Seungcheol?”

“I’m sorry, Y/N, what?” You couldn’t help but chuckle seeing his flustered face beneath the dim lighting of your cubicle. Your interactions with Seungcheol aren’t daily, but they’re enough to have you form an interest towards the Marketing division employee. He’s also the only one from the Marketing division that doesn’t give ridiculous deadlines like the rest of his team.

“I’m ready,” you repeated, and he nodded, taking a step back to allow you to walk ahead of him after turning off your desk lamp and the two of you left the office.

“Do you usually stay at the office this long?” Seungcheol asks as the two of you stepped into the elevator, and you shake your head no before answering, leaning your back against the metal walls.

“Not really, I get really bad headaches if I stay up too long, so safe to say I’m going to have a blast tomorrow at work,” you answered with a bitter chuckle. “It wouldn’t be a problem if right when I get home, I sleep, but I still have a lot to fix before tomorrow morning, so…” You trailed off with a shrug, Seungcheol’s look of concern not going unnoticed, causing you to chuckle. “It’s fine, Cheol… I’ll be fine.”

He only nodded, not convinced enough but didn’t press on. “Did you drive here?”

“Yeah, I did.” He nodded, and that was the end of your conversation as the two of you bid goodbye before climbing into your cars and driving separate directions towards your homes. As you had told him, the moment you stepped into your apartment, you didn’t directly fall into the soft covers of your bed, knowing well enough that the second your head touches your fluffed up pillow, you’d be out like a light.

So, you placed your work laptop onto your coffee table, arranging your pillows in a way that allowed you to sit on your wooden floor without flattening your butt. You brewed up a shot of espresso, ordering something to snack on as you turned on your personal laptop for an ambience. Once you felt that you could comfortably continue the project, you put on your headphones and got to work, eyes flickering between the laptop and the sheet of paper that Hyunhee had revised, making sure that all details she demanded of were there.

It was 4:52 AM when you finally finished everything, double checking and adjusting all elements before saving and resting your head on your arms that were folded on the coffee table. Despite downing two cups of iced coffee, the caffeine could not completely erase your exhaustion and soon enough, you awoke to your alarm, indicating that it was already eight in the morning, and you needed to be in the office before nine-thirty.

As you pushed yourself up, your head immediately spun, your vision blurring and for a couple seconds, an aching feeling pierced through your skull, forcing you to have to sit for a minute to let it pass. Damn it, today was going to be difficult to get through with your obvious sleep deprivation. Not even taking an ibuprofen could aid the headache that was going to worsen the longer you stayed awake, but you couldn’t call in sick, especially an hour before the day starts. Hyunhee has always nagged about last-minute excuses, asking (demanding) all of you to inform her 24 hours before, and anything after would not be allowed.

Pushing yourself, you quickly showered, deciding to grab breakfast on the way and within twenty minutes, you were out of your apartment and on the way to the office. Upon arrival, you practically sprinted to your office, eyes locking with your co-workers as they stare at you and shake their heads, indicating that Hyunhee hasn’t arrived yet. With a sigh of relief, you tip-toe into your supervisor’s office, placing the printed results and found your cubicle, practically falling onto your chair.

“Hey, Y/N, you okay?” You glance over at Yeeun, finding her staring at you with a look of concern. “You look really pale, Y/N, how much sleep did you get last night?”

“Barely any,” you answered with a pout, grabbing your phone to see your face. Although, you couldn’t really tell the difference. You did feel terrible, but safe to say, work isn’t that fun for you to put on so much effort for a job that doesn’t pay you enough. “I finished the Youngbok project just this morning.”

“Seriously? You’re still working on that?”

Before you could answer, Hyunhee bid everyone a good morning as she entered the department, her heels clicking against the ceramic floor as she walks into her office. You could only share a knowing look with your co-worker as you sunk into your chair.

It was good twenty minutes of peace in the Graphic Designs department, the clicking of keyboard and mice, and soft murmuring of the employees filling the air before a shrill yell emerged from Hyunhee’s office, a shiver running up your spine as you realized in your sleep deprived state that she had called you.

Yeeun shared the same look of genuine fear with you, as everyone stared at you with wide-eyes. You stood from your chair, the steps you took to Hyunhee’s office felt heavy, as if the soles of your shoes were filled with lead. Dread began to fill your body to the tips of your hair as you gently knock on your superior’s door, her eyes glaring at you before staring at the sheets of printed out designs you had laid out. You entered her office after excusing yourself in a tone nothing higher than a whisper, and she glances between the door and you, signaling you to close the door.

This isn’t going to end well, you couldn’t help but think as you push the door, the clicking of the lock practically echoing throughout the department, everyone outside of where you were, were sat at the edge of their seat, fearing for what was about to happen.

There was a deafening silence as you stood in front of her desk, watching as she flips through your designs, and you felt yourself disassociating for a second, in a daze as your eyes gloss over while staring at her crossing out everything with her wretched red marker.

A slam of the compiled prints against the ceramic floor broke your daze, and you found your designs by your feet, on the floor.

If you were pale from sleep deprivation then, you were now pale from pure fear.

“What the hell is that?”

“I-it’s the revised designs you asked of me,” you stutter, internally beating yourself up for sounding so scared.

“Are you sure? Because I asked for designs, not pure rubbish, Y/N,” she insults, her words laced purely with venom as she stares you down. Not knowing what to say, you stayed quiet and she took that opportunity to berate you even more. “I don’t understand what Mr. Kim had saw in you, but it sure as well wasn’t anything good, because how is that you have worked in this department for so long, and yet, are incapable of providing compelling designs, hm?”

“I’m sorry, Hyunhee, I will work on it and fix everything I did wrong,” you quickly apologized, kneeling down to pick up the papers.

She leans forward, resting her chin atop her hands, as she glares at you. “I want them today, before you leave the office—even if that means you have to spend the night here, I don’t care.”

“I-I understand,” you muttered, ducking your head.

“Leave.” She didn’t have to tell you twice before you dipped out of her office, tossing the paper onto your desk and slumped into your seat. You wanted to cry. You wanted to cry and scream, but you didn’t want to give Hyunhee the satisfaction that she actually broke you apart. All eyes were on you, however, everyone knew better than to bother or ask someone after they had faced the devil incarnate. Yeeun found it difficult to turn a blind eye on your obvious disoriented state, from both sleep deprivation and having faced Hyunhee so early in the morning, but she knew you’d snap if she even poked you.

You wanted to leave, walk out of the office because you believed you didn’t deserve to be treated like that unwarranted, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t bring your feet to stand up and walk out that door knowing well enough that you can never come back in. You would have lost your job—all the work that you put into this job for the past year would be thrown out the window because a woman that has barely sat in that office feels that she has power over you, and your future. In a way, she did. Her words will always go against yours, and hers—backed by the connections that got her this job with minimal experience in graphic design—would always prevail.

So, all you could was listen and work on the revisions she had given. No word had left your lips since you had left Hyunhee’s office, and no one bothered you as you put on earphones and focused on the project opened. Your break times consisted of staying seated in your chair, opening YouTube to watch some video that you couldn’t pay attention to, watching it for five minutes before closing and continuing the project.

Before you knew it, shades of orange had begun to bleed through the blinds of the office, people were packing up and sparing pitiful glances as they bid each other goodbye, their wary gaze not unnoticed by you. Nonetheless, you paid them no mind, completely set on finishing everything before the day ends. You were lucky enough to gain at least thirty minutes of sleep because Hyunhee had left the office early, allowing for you to close your eyes with no fear of being woken up by the she-demon.

You were tempted on sleeping, anyway, knowing well enough you’d wake up with an ache in your neck and an unfinished assignment. Your eyes were closing slowly, your screen blurring as you felt sleep take over you, only to jump, a scream exiting your lips when you felt a hand grasp your shoulder.

“Oh my—I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Seungcheol profusely apologized when he noticed the tears brimming at your eyes from the genuine scare. “I called you earlier, but I didn’t see you wearing earphones.”

Too tired, too angry, you couldn’t muster up a comment, only shrugging off his hand as you turned your head to your computer, the jolt from Seungcheol giving you a bit of energy to work off of.

“Hey, I heard, by the way, from everyone that Hyunhee gave you an earful,” he stated, sitting besides you.

You couldn’t help but scoff, “An earful? That’s an understatement.”

“Are you okay, Y/N?”

Aggravated, you removed both earbuds from your ears, spinning with a sharp turn on your chair to face Seungcheol, your brows furrowed and fury running through your veins. All you ask is to not be disturbed until you get this stupid, cursed project done, was that so much? “Do I look okay, Seungcheol?”

Noticing your hostile behaviour, his expression mirrored yours, with a touch of worry found in the glint of his eyes. “I’m just trying to make sure you’re okay, Y/N. I don’t mean to be rude, if that’s how I come off right now.”

“Well, you do, alright?” You lifted your earphones, waving it in front of him. “If I have these on, it’s a universal sign that I don’t want to talk to anyone—you noticed them, why are you bothering me right now?”

Taken aback by your words, he was stunned—his mouth opened then closed, unsure on how to react to your sudden behaviour. He has never seen you this angry, not even when ranting about Hyunhee. You watched as his jaw clenched, momentarily looking away as if that would allow him to cool down, before he clapped his hands on his knees and stood from his chair.

“You’re obviously exhausted, Y/N, Yeeun told me you barely slept that might be why you’re being the way you are right now,” Seungcheol pointed out, “I’ll leave you alone, alright? I’m so sorry that I actually give a shit about you, and wanted to make sure you were okay.” Before you could take back all you had said, Seungcheol was out the door, leaving you in your office alone, the darkness encompassing you, seeping deep within to your bones.

The one person that genuinely was there for you, only ever cared for you, and put him on the receiving end of your shitty day. Way to go, Y/N.

Rubbing your eyes with the heels of your palm, whatever energy you had to work on the project was thrown out the window, and you couldn’t find it in yourself to continue clicking the mouse or tapping the keyboard, not with the guilt from how you spoke to Seungcheol still plaguing your thoughts. You weren’t going to get anything done at this point.

Packing your things, you quickly rushed out to your car, praying that he didn’t completely hate you as you drove to his apartment. You weren’t sure what you were going to do once you got there, but what you were sure was that you’ll grovel, and hope he forgives you for being such an ass, unwarranted. Upon arrival, you practically jumped out of your car, rushing up the evacuation steps to his floor, and reached up to knock, but paused.

What if he doesn’t forgive you? It’s not like your friendship with him was more than as acquaintances. He didn’t have anything to lose with losing you, but you felt you had everything to lose with losing him. He was the first person you got to know in this stupid company—as he mentored you during your internship in the company. Then, after you graduated college, you reached out again, and applied for the Graphic Design division. Seungcheol guided you ever since, and admittedly, you’ve grown fond of him—you admired him as a role model, and more.

He’s not obligated to forgive you, but you already came this far, might as well give it a try?

Taking a deep breath, you gently knocked on his door a few times, hearing rustling on the other side before the door swung open, revealing Seungcheol already out of his work clothes, and in a plain white tee and grey sweatpants. “I thought I said just leave it by the— Y/N?”

“Sorry, I forgot your delivery at the restaurant,” you improved, causing Seungcheol’s thick brows to furrow before he chuckled, your joke successfully amusing him.

“What are you doing here?”

“It’s definitely not to deliver your food, that’s for sure,” you awkwardly smiled, feeling your heart race from seeing him in such a laid-back outfit. You had never seen Seungcheol wear anything other than the button-ups and slacks you were used to seeing at the work, so seeing him look so… cozy, was a sight you wish to never grow tired of.

The corner of Seungcheol’s lips tilted upwards, but he didn’t laugh. Leaning against the frame of his door, he crossed his (muscular) arms over his chest, waiting for an explanation as to why you suddenly appeared at his front door.

“Look, Seungcheol—”

“Delivery for Choi Seungcheol.” A new voice caused you to jump, both your heads turning to see the delivery boy appear from the turn, his eyes looking questioningly at both you and your acquaintance. “Choi Seungcheol?”

“That’s me, thanks,” Seungcheol uttered, reaching out and taking the plastic bags from the delivery boy, the latter leaving with a tilt of his hat towards you and disappearing past the corner.

“As I was—” You turn to face Seungcheol again, but he, too, disappeared. You peeked into his apartment to find him pulling out his order, arranging them on his coffee table before sitting on the floor. He glances up at you, wordlessly waving for you to come in, and unsure what else to do, you obliged, closing the door behind you and slipping your feet out your shoes.

“I didn’t expect company, but dig in if you want,” he uttered, handing you a pair of chopsticks. It was only then did you realize that you barely ate today, too occupied with the stupid project. “If it’s not enough, we can always order more.”

“Seungcheol, I’m trying to apologize to you,” you spoke up, head tilted down at your knees. “I’m really sorry for taking my anger out on you… You of all people didn’t deserve it…”

When Seungcheol didn’t respond, you looked up to find him slurping up jjajangmyeon, eyes trained on his TV. “Are you serious?”

He glanced over at you, stifling a laugh before wiping his mouth with tissue, “I thought you were going to go on a full rant, at least three paragraphs.”

You pouted, “Me coming here was on a whim, I didn’t really prepare anything.”

He found your defeated expression adorable, couldn’t help but chuckle as he pushes a bowl towards you, adding the noodles onto the empty space before tapping the rim, gesturing for you to eat. “You’re really pale, Y/N, did you eat anything today?”

“Probably cup noodles,” you mumbled, eyes glimmering at the sight of the thickly coated noodles. “I couldn’t really do anything other than work on that stupid project.”

“Hyunhee made you stay late again?” You nodded, your cheeks full of the noodles. “Look, Y/N, I know you love being a graphic designer, but do you really think it’s alright to work under someone like her? This seems like she’s abusing her power as team manager, and overworking you.” As he spoke, he reached out with a tissue in hand, wiping the corner of your lips. Why did he look so nonchalant about it, too?

“I don’t want to quit, though, I’ve been here longer than she has, why do I have to leave?” You complained once you swallowed the noodles. “I just… I hate it, you know? I’ve just been trying so damn hard, yet nothing ever works out… Especially since she came into the picture.”

There was a brief moment of silence.

“How about transferring divisions?” Seungcheol quipped, continuing, “I’m sure if you make a letter of intent to the department manager, you could be moved to a different division where Hyunhee doesn’t exist.”

“Is that possible?”

He nodded. “Did you think I was always in the Marketing division?”

“I honestly thought you’d be a finance guy.”

“I was.” Your widened eyes caused him to laugh. “Then I moved, it was a few months before you came in as an intern.”

“Really?” He nods, and you thought about it. “You think I’d be allowed to move divisions?”

“Yeah, why not? If you give a good reason to why you should be moved, then it’s possible.” You pondered over the suggestion, the two of you letting a few minutes of silence pass while eating before you spoke up again.

“But I don’t want to leave the department.”

“Then ask to be transferred to a different division.”

“What about your division?” Seungcheol stares at you with bewildered eyes, genuinely surprised at your suggestion. “I mean, it’s less work for you since I already have experience working with you, and I won’t need a mentor—I already know the head, so that’s also less work.”

“No, not mine, Y/N,”

“Why not?”

“It’s a violation of our code of conducts, Y/N, don’t you know?”

“What about me moving to your division violates the code of conducts?”

“Employees from the same division are not allowed to fraternize with one another,” he explains, “if you move to my division, we’ll be co-workers.”

“So? It’s not like we’re dating.”

“Not yet.”

“Sure—” You froze, the chopsticks you raised to your lips dropping back into the bowl. “—What?”

“What?” Seungcheol asked, nonchalant. His tone might’ve been nonchalant and unbothered, but you could see from his cheeks to the points of his ears were flushed a bright red under the warm lighting of his living room.

“You like me?”

He shrugged, “Why do you think I walk by your office every day?”

“I thought you only did that because the janitor was cleaning the floor.”

He inhaled a deep breath, releasing the heavy sigh before standing to grab water from the kitchen, ruffling your hair on the way. “You’re very oblivious, Y/N.”

“S-so, all this time?”

“Not all this time, Y/N, I just know that I see you more than just an acquaintance,” he explains, tossing you a bottle of water. “But that’s not important right now. Right now we need to get you out of Hyunhee’s team.”

How… How is he able to continue this conversation after admitting to having feelings for you? How is he so calm?

He wasn’t. If you looked closer, the only reason why he tossed you the bottle was because if he handed it to you, then you’d most likely notice his shaking hands. The only reason why he changed the topic was because the longer you talk about him and his feelings, the redder he’ll be and to be honest, he likes to come off calm and collected to you, despite being the complete opposite when it comes to being near you.

“You’ll help me with that?”

Seungcheol nods. “Of course I would—just think of me as a helping hand now, Y/N. I help you, and you can help me when the time comes.”

“And what would you need help with, Choi Seungcheol?”

“I have two tickets to movie Saturday night, I’ll need help to make sure the other ticket doesn’t go to waste, Y/N,” he proposed, causing your cheeks to ache from the smile on your face. “But right now, I need help finishing this food. Are you up for it?”

You chuckled, nodding, “I’ll gladly give you a helping hand.”

𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛.

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 : months after ghosting your sugar daddy, lee know, he gives you a call. you answer. 

𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: lee know x fem!reader

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 12.3k

𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: smut, fluff, and angst || sugar daddy!au 

𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠:  reunion sex, soft dom!minho, (a lot of) teasing and sexual tension, edging, oral (female and male receiving), dirty talk, choking, praising, grinding, marking, hair pulling, (some) spanking, unprotected sex (always remember to stay safe!!!), creampie

a/n: oml ! i didn’t think it’ll be this long, but here we are! i tried to make the plot as coherent as possible. oh and, oh my god! this is my first time writing a blowjob scene heheh the whole fic is inspired by bruno mars’s new song of the same title! 

feedback is most definitely welcome!! i hope you enjoy, dear reader!

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based on this request and @/lilixeu’s request (sorry this took so long!)

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update (122322): want to be more immersed? listen to the songs that i listened to while writing this fic. find the playlist here.

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